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orange leaves--there was a little heap of papers
in the fireplace, also the precious book he
yearned to possess--yes, and he could even make
out a smudge as though a match had been used
to start a conflagration but owing to some puff of
contrary air the blaze had fizzled and gone out--an
ocr>   especially providential favor in their be-half
fix>   especially providential favor in their behalf
Jack had told himself.

Still, at any moment now the man with the
crooked mind was apt to notice how his purpose
had been baffled. Then he would make a second
and possibly more successful attempt to destroy
all incriminating evidence as to his connection
with the smuggling of rum, aliens and precious
stones into the country, contrary to the laws of
the land.

What could he do should this crisis come upon
him, Jack was asking himself as he crouched
there and counted the minutes passing by? There
was only one means for counteracting such a
move on the part of the enemy and Jack had
already convinced himself the occasion was fully
ripe for it to be tried out.

On a previous occasion the same thing had
handily proved its efficacy, so why not again?
Desperate cases require desperate remedies, he
kept telling himself as he groped in his pocket
and extracted some small object therefrom, holding
it tightly clinched while he again moved the

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